I had a good time with this one. I watched as it climbed up the corner of the garage into the rafters. It waited unsurely. I figured that I must take this opportunity since it was only a few feet away from escaping. I had to crouch down and shot at an angle right between the spokes of my hanging bicycle. The shot was true and sent the rat into a violent fall. There was squeaking. There was lots of squeaking. I hate it when they squeak. So I gave it some incentive to stop squeaking. A pellet in the head.
This fella bit the dust in the same spot as Kill # 15.
I love it when there's brain.